You open your eyes. You're laying on a familiar concrete bench. Looking up, you see your hometown shopping mall, bathed in darkness. A thick, black blanket shrouds the sky above. The wind is howling. You can taste the ozone in the air, feel the charge in your teeth. A feeling your rational self has almost forgotten, but still remains etched into the base of your spine. A tornado is coming. You get up and make your way to the mall's entrance. To your surprise, the glass door opens without resistance. The mall is empty.
The speakers blare to life, as if they were expecting you.
Piano music is forced out of metal mesh, echoing out from somewhere deeper in the mall. Occasionally, it's broken by the earsplitting chimes of an announcement, where voices speak in distorted words that stalk the penumbral darkness at the edge of your comprehension.
You don't think you're alone.
Originally released 25 April 2025.
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- WFWM #0060